Had Amelia not been present, Sirius would have offered the simplest solution to James's problem. There was nothing more freeing, nor more healing, than transforming. It was addicting, and liberating. Of course, Sirius had never been inside James's head, but he was sure his mate agreed. What could go wrong as a stag? Sirius had to admit, James's transformation was elegant, and it could run faster. But who didn't love a big friendly dog? "No, I don't think Pomfrey is what you need. I think healing comes from deer," coughing, Sirius pretended to clear his throat. "Sorry, I meant beer," he said, with a wink to James. Man, it sure was easy to speak in code, even if Prongs would have his head later.
"Well I hope so!" Sirius shot back. They were best mates, and they could fight like an old married couple. The only difference was that both of them knew it was a joke, whereas onlookers rarely did. It was widely known throughout the school 'Sirius can't keep a secret', but the marauder's knew best. When it was important, Sirius was quite apt at keeping a secret. Gossip was bound to get out, and Sirius was the type to water it and watch it grow. Sirius crossed his arms and gave James his best 'I know you're up to something' look. If only they knew telepathy! That would just have to be their next great accomplishment.
Turning towards Amelia, Sirius tilted his head sideways. "How often do you talk to my buddy James here? Why would you say if he left, you'd have no one to talk to. Do you have a crush on him?" Okay, so speaking in codes really wasn't Sirius's best trait. He was getting excited, he was speaking rapidly, and that filter in Sirius's mind was turned off.